“Hey Shinsou, do you want to train with me?”

“That’s sudden”

“Well it’s just you want to be in the hero course, yet I haven’t seen you training your body, I'm sure you’ve been practicing your quirk but, with a mental quirk like yours it’d be best to train your body as well. What kind of fight training have you done?”

Shinsou seemed to freeze “Fight training.. But my quir..”

I need to show them it’s not villainous that a quirk like mine can be used for good

“Your quirk is response based right? You haven’t told me much on how it works, but i do know that if someone doesn’t respond to you you will lose. And people will be given the entire event to figure it out.”

Ouch, didn’t have

“What would you get out of training me?”

Izuku vibrated with excitement “ I just want to do some experiments on your quirk!”

I feel like I will regret this, but It's not like I'm swimming with options right now. Plus how bad could his training possibly be.

Midoriya is insane, how does one survive this much?

“Keep up Shinsou! We still have 4 more laps to go, and then after a 15 minute rest. we move on to weight training. “

“We…have… ran for so long”

“This was my beginners training. You’ll feel like you’re dead afterwards but it does wonders.”

I already feel like I’m dying, how did he do this?

“At Least you’ll be able to do weight training with actual weights.”

“Actual.. Weights.”

His chest was burning, he could barely talk

“I got creative, did some community service.”

How can he talk like this doesn’t even affect him, what kind of community service did he do.? Certainly wasn’t a soup kitchen

When they finished the laps Shinsou collapsed to the ground, meanwhile Midoriya continued to run in place

“I thought we were going to do some sparring.., not this…”

“Oh we will! You just need some bulk first, won’t be able to do too much in a month, but we can start sparring in the second week. And on off days I want to test out some theories on your quirk.”

He had managed to convince the green terror to spar him, after only a week and a half. They squared up, the boy in question smiling before rushing forward, sweeping his feet from under him and pinning him to the floor.

“That was dirty”

“There’ll be no fair matches out there, got to be ready for anything, here”

Midoriya extended his hand, helping Shinsou up. They went on to practice a few more times, with him actually being able to get a hit in during their last match. Izuku had smiled, when it had happened, but it wasn’t his usual blinding smile, it had been almost sinister in nature, sending shivers down his spine, leading to him once again ending up on the mat.

“Much better, keep this up and we might get into the hero course, speaking of which I need to run something by you.”

He nodded, still catching his breath.

“So how does it feel when you take control of someone?”

“Well, When they answer my question it’s like a string forms between us, and then I pull it to take control.”

Midoriya smiled “Have you tried to hold onto that string without taking control? Because if it’s possible you can take control of someone after disguising your method”

“Disguising how, by doing a dance?”

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“Anything you can think of, preferably multiple things so people get conflicting information. But before any of that, I want us to try and have you hold onto the string for as long as possible.”

“You sure?”

If he is right, I won’t have to worry about someone easily stomping me whilst I try and get them to talk.

“Yes”

He felt the familiar feeling of the string, he held onto it, but didn’t pull, he felt strain as he held onto it, desperately wanting to go one way or the other. 1 second, 6 seconds the tension grew, 15 seconds the string snapped severing their connection

He breathed out a sigh of relief, the pressure gone. “It snapped, barely managed 15 seconds.”

“That’s great, especially for your first time trying it! If we keep training, you might get up to a minute or more. And even if not 15 seconds is still enough time to throw them off on what your activation is. You just need to figure out how to hide it.”

“Right, and If I end up fighting you?”

Midoriya smiled, nearly blinding him. “I also want to be a hero, so I hope there won’t be any hard feelings.”

I feel like I have partnered with the devil

He didn’t need any fucking therapy, especially not with some mutt. Yet as one of the people to have seen All Might die in front of them, he had been forced to, IcyHot had also seemed upset about it, although it was hard to read the bastard. He had noticed that he had stopped talking at all after the fuckin USJ. he wished people would stop bringing it up, he didn’t want to remember frog face’s eyes as he had approached, the hobos broken body, or Seeing All Might’s blank sunken face, tears in his eyes. As his body deflated to one of a Coma patient.

Yet here he was, standing at the door to the mutt's office., forced to by the damn hobo. A ‘Hound dogs Office please knock’ sign hung on the door.

Could blow the whole door down, how’s that for a knock?

Eventually he decided it was best to just barge in, where he saw a smiling mutt behind the desk.

“Finally decided to come in? Thought our whole session would just be you glaring at my door like it insulted you.”

HE SAW THAT now he wished he had blown down the door.

“Shut it mutt, you’re the one that forced me to be here, and talk about the fuckin USJ”

“You don’t have to talk about it, you could stand there, glaring at me if you wish, you can berate me, talk about school problems, or sit in silence if you wish.”

“Isn’t the whole reason I’m here to talk about it? Go through my feelings or some junk”

The mutt barked out a laugh

“If you wish, I’m just here to facilitate whatever helps you. You’re only forced to give this a chance, that’s all.”

He glared at the mutt, before looking at the collection of various sized bean bags, and multiple fidget toys, and books. He listened to the clock tick as the mutt pulled out his phone. He doesn’t get it. How can the mutt be so calm, so uncaring. Weren’t therapists supposed to be the overly friendly type psychoanalyzing you and junk.

“Well good, don’t need someone else to tell me something I already know”

The mutt looked up from his phone, “I can imagine, I wouldn’t want to be constantly reminded of it either, it’d get on my nerves so much I’d probably snap”

“Huh, you sure you’re in the right job mutt?”

The mutt laughed at him “If you’re looking for a therapist like that, you can find them. I however deal with presumptuous hero brats, and let me tell you, Good luck finding one to look after you all. Nezu had tried to get a second therapist on staff several times, but all of them quit in under a year. “

Katsuki had wanted to retort that, but couldn’t for the words. He fell back into the comforting silence as the time continued on. Eventually he zoned out, thinking of ways to improve his explosive power, of how to be faster. He was the best after all, and the best shouldn’t lose..

“Alright kid that’s time, if you ever wish to come back, my door is open”

“Yea yea mutt, don’t get your hopes up”

Only the weak need therapy, although this had not been what I expected, no dumb psychology bullshit, maybe I’ll return.. Just to escape all the pesky extras though.

UA had issued a threat to sue any reporter harassing their students about the USJ disaster. Didn’t stop some news agencies from crowding the entrance, before

Izuku saw a group crowding the entrance to 1A

‘Those were the kids that survived the disaster”

“I heard one kid died”

“No I heard they left UA”

“Can't blame them, Seems like 1A might just be cursed”

“Look at how sad they all seem, I mean how do they expect to be heroes.”

“Yea All Might died for them, they should at least show some gratitude.”

Izuku felt a burning feeling deep within him, who were these people, they weren’t there. It’s not like they wanted to watch All Might die.

“SHUT UP YOU DAMN EXTRAS, MOVE OUT OF MY DAMN WAY.”

Good to see Bakugou is the same as ever

A blond kid moved to the front of the crowd, a smirk on his face as he spread his arms out

“Wow look at how the mighty 1A treats their fellow students , talk about thinking you’re all that, you think just because All Might died for you means you’re suddenly more important than the rest of us.”

Murmurs spread throughout the crowd, mostly agreeing with him.

“So unmanly” said a red haired kid, still covered in bandages.

Iida “That kind of speech is

“Hey! You think they wanted that to happen. That they’d want you all circling their class like vultures” Izuku had blurted out, not thinking. Recognition flared in Bakugou's eyes.

“Deku?”

The smirking blond turned to him like a predator that had caught its prey

“Oh you know them? Don’t tell me you’re also in 1A, oh wait I know you, you are just a gen ed student. Couldn’t even pass any of the actual exams. Stay out of this, the real students are talking”

“Hey isn’t that the quirkless from 1C”

“Yea I heard he got three students expelled”

“Couldn’t be happy just stealing one spot, he had to take three other people down too”

He took a deep breath, forcing himself not to curl in on himself, it was different now, he could fight back.

“Bit hypocritical of you, to say my opinions don’t matter because I’m Gen Ed,you think being a Hero Student makes you special, If I do well enough in the sports festival, I might just take your spot”

“Stealing a spot in UA wasn’t enough, he wants to be a hero?”

“What a joke”

“Didn’t someone do that before, I remember seeing it from my moms old footage”

“What no way”

“He unlike the rabble in 1A, you’ll see that 1B won’t be easily toppled, but feel free to try, runt.”

The blonde walked off, and Izuku took that as his cue to leave, as his former Friend turned bully tried to make his way to him